I am but half the person I was before I was ravaged by this all-consuming beast, known as ALS. It continues to take, without remorse, insatiable, unstoppable. As my body grows weaker, and I slowly disappear, I am stronger of mind and will. As I become sealed in my own body, a sarcophagus made of sinew. Slowly I am wrapped, not in muslin, but in my thoughts, all I am allowed to keep, by my ALS. My physical abilities stolen, one nerve fiber at a time. A mummy in the making, slowly going gaunt, joints locking, mind wandering endlessly.
As my body atrophies my mind's eye opens wider, allowing a greater understanding of life. Grief gradually transforming into grace, grace to embrace the life I have remaining. I may be half the person I was, yet I am more whole of mind and spirit as I draw nearer to being completely whole once more.
TJO
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